walk to the pond at twilight

It was magical and sweet. We had our first grill out in the last 2 and 1/2 years and then ate on our picnic table only to then all suit up and walk out to the pond. It was sunset and the moon was rising up over the hills and we had friends to share it with. Everything was reflecting and if it wasn't for the mosquitos we might not ever have come back....

blessings of gratitude,
Emily

is there an upstairs....?

This is Greg's tiny closet door. The hinges and door handle/latch are wrought iron. We're really happy with the doors. They are so beautiful and add more wood to the whole scene.


Let it be known that my man can shovel a whole lot of shit!




our room .... :) greg and my favorite room I think. The red is intoxicating.





the sweet shed :)

stained glass at night

settling in....

This weekends favorite activity: starting my rock garden :)





the color: teal
now what do we do about trim ;)
picnic table :)
stream from the pond



It is so beautiful here. The weather we have had lately is so magical and mystic. The rain makes everything so green and then everything glows through the filtered light. White clouds hang low in the surrounding hills. We have been feeling very blessed (when we remember to ;)

We're settling in more each day. It's been amazing to take little walks at night and play frisbee in our front yard with the port-a-potty. Life is sweet.

blessings of joy!
Emily

No pictures just words. Just needed to get out of my head and onto somewhere else for a change. My thoughts have a tendency to float around into something festering if I don't give them a chance to run free of the confines of my mind.

I've been reading this Alberto Villoldo book, Dance of the Four Winds, and it's altered everything. I've been revisiting the Incas but this time with San Pedro.

Things are amazing here on our little once and future farm. Busy, tense at times, and still a little boxed out in our bedroom, but really, really good. I've been making dinner again and we actually find that we love not having a dishwasher. There is a beautiful ritual to the unloading of the drying rack and the washing of the sink of dishes. It's simple and sweet.

Greg, Luna and I went out to the pond last night. There were three herons and it seemed as though two were sitting on nests. When we got out there, one took off in flight and circled around the pond and back to a nest. Neither of us had any idea that they might be nesting again this year. We had been told that they had abandoned the pond except to fish. Rain and a little dark funky cloud kept us from there tonight, but we'll be back this weekend, so we'll check it out again.

The camera must be lost in the chaos that remains in our room. I bet that I unearth it tomorrow and can post pictures of the house, mini garden, shed and picnic table. Thanks Grandma & Grampa :)

blessings,
Emily